From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204 Emotional Abuse

Tyrone cut a glance at Aella beside him.

He knew exactly what this was.

She wanted to be free.

He’d die before he agreed.

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Tyrone said, “Aella’s a doctor–and Victor’s junior. She’s professional. She honors her elders. What exactly did she do wrong?”

Every word shielded her.

Aella didn’t thank him.

She shot back, “It’s not like I held a knife to Tyrone’s throat and made him cheat. He slept with Zera and had a son–that’s a fact. If you’ve got the guts, shut everyone up out there. Otherwise, stop picking on me because my family’s not powerful.”

Edwin’s hand shook on his cane. “You little wretch–apologize now!”

Aella stood tall. “I apologize to the Gods, and to my parents. The Winters didn’t birth me or raise me. Why would I apologize to you?”

She used to love the house because she loved the man.

She tiptoed around the elders so they wouldn’t be offended.

That’s how their bad habits got fed.

Now she didn’t even want the man.

Elders, rules–screw all that.

If you can’t stand me, then divorce me.

If you don’t want a divorce, then deal with it.

Want me to eat myself alive?

Not happening.

Edwin jabbed at the door. “Someone tie her up!”

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Chapter 204 Emotional Abuse

As soon as he said it, a few bodyguards rushed in.

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Tyrone caught Acella’s wrist and moved her behind him. “Grandpa, she’s my wife. Don’t go too

far.”

Aella slipped free.

Tyrone snapped at her, “Is this really the time to play stubborn with me?”

Her eyes went cold. “You look exactly like you did when you covered for Zera. It makes my skin crawl.”

They stared at each other. The disgust in her gaze landed like a slap.

Tyrone rocked back a step.

Aella pulled out her phone, unbothered. “I’m due at Webster Manor tomorrow to treat Victor. If you lay a hand on me tonight, I’ll tell him you forced me to stop. I’ll let him know you want him trapped in insomnia forever–rotting in that chair.”

A flash of steel cut through Edwin’s clouded eyes.

He ground his teeth. “You dare threaten me?”

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She added, “Did he pop out of a rock, or grow on a tree?”

They stared at each other, face to face. Tyrone’s lips pressed tight, silent.

Aella closed her eyes,

bored.

They drove home in silence.

Still not talking, they each went to wash up.

When Tyrone came out, Aella was already in bed, ready to sleep.

He stood there, heavy, then asked, “If I don’t come over and start talking, are you planning to keep this cold war going?”

She sat up and nodded, serious.

Tyrone snapped, “That’s emotional abuse.”

That actually iced her expression.

She knelt on the mattress, chin tipped up.

“Me not talking is abuse? Then what do you call you sneaking out to Zera in the middle of the night, leaving me alone, not even caring when I fainted?”

They stared at each other in silence.

He wanted to punch himself.

Every cut he’d given her–she remembered.

He shouldn’t be demanding anything.

He sat, took her hand before she could refuse, and changed the subject. “I’m flying to Mudrus tomorrow. Business trip. I’ll be back in about two weeks.”